You were the golem
that I made;my monstrous inquisitor;
the desperate clamour
at my door
demanding everything.
And I was half-baked
kingdom maker;
sower of future failure;
melancholic in the wings
impaled
by my choosing.
We were each and all
the bell and incense
brigade;
moaners of psalms
and divine serenades
at eventide.
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